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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Cork Poetry

Memory.

My thoughts are clear like a crystal fountain,As a river runs with a breeze: come to the edgeAnd seek out the forest, come to the forest

And seek out the tree. Over yonder lies the oceanWith waves that will carry you over the mountainsof Time to the foothills of Dream.

We sail with the full moon and we will fly overThe silent sea; for the music is our dreamingAnd the dreaming is our song, and our Vision sets

Us forward to a place where we belong. RunWith time to the fields of open starlight,To the quiet place where the spirit of life rests

In your heartbeat; a sacred fire, the flame within

And stay for a long time beyond the bordersOf description, to discover your true heart.And with an open mind the music sets you free

The music lets you be and takes you to the farthestShore, as melody makes a voyage of life's bloodDearest promise, to raise the spirit within.